Katniss POV:

I wake up and feel fresh from the sleep I got, I had no nightmares and I got more than enough sleep. I take a sip of water from my bottle and for a short moment I forget that today I might die or I might have to kill someone and I just enjoy the moment. I slither down the tree and refill my bottle, whilst I wait for the water to purify I make a fire, I know it is stupid but my stomach is growing and the meat will go off soon. I cook it as quickly as possible and then take the meat, my water bottle, my weapons and backpack and walk away after distinguishing the flames. I eat on the go and polish of it all. I shoot two animals on my hike and then climb a tree that wasn't too far away from the lake I had just been at but was not so close that anyone who had seen the smoke from the fire would be likely to find me.

My mind slips to Gale and how stupid I had been. I tried to work out why I kiss him and the only answer I had was that I had somehow seen him as Peeta. His grey eyes started to swim with streaks of blue, his body became as broad as Peeta's is and his hair went from Gales rugged brown to Peeta's blond that I have run my hands threw so few times and may never again. I don't know how I can show Peeta how sorry I am, how guilty I feel. The first kiss when no one knew was fine because I was only doing it thinking it would make Gale happy and it wouldn't harm Peeta, but I can't let myself do this again.

I start to wonder about how love has changed me so much. I never worried what people thought of me, not even Gale. But I started to care what Peeta thought of me, whether he liked me, I wanted to look pretty when I saw him and I wanted him to like me. I started to soften up because he made me so happy. I like to relax when I am with him because I let myself be happy, even when I am with Prim I don't think I feel as free as I do with Peeta because he chose me. And now I might have lost it all. Something inside me snaps and tears flood down my face, I have lost him and may never make it up to him because I am going to die. I let my tears consume me as I sit in the tree, from far in the distance I hear a cannon fired but I just sit in my tree hugging my legs to my chest and cry.

Peeta POV:

I watch the second round up that night, I am still so angry but I still have to know she is safe because I know I can't stop caring about her overnight. The start of the day goes by without any action we don't even see Katniss and Gale until the second half of the show. Then we see Gale trekking towards the lake that Katniss went to (as the commentators inform me) and he is alone. Katniss is not with him so something must've happened when I left after they kissed because I assumed they were still together. Then they show the career pack killing the tribute from nine. It is brutal but at least it was quick.

Then cameras turn to Katniss, she is in the wood but she is on her knees writing something with a branch. I am wondering why she would right on the ground in an arena until she backs away so we can read it.

"P, I love you always, K. xx"

This is just ridiculous, the camera trains on it for a while and when Katniss is sure the cameras have had enough time to catch it on screen she rubs in away. Why is she doing this to me? I don't know what to think anymore. For the second time whilst the highlights have been on I walk out, she has confused me so much now. She loves me always but she obviously doesn't only love me. Or does she? Is all this for the Games or is it more than this now, when she comes out (if she comes out) will she be my Katniss or another product of the Capitol? My brother Rye who usually doesn't talk to me much followed me to my room.

"Girl troubles huh?" He looks at me.

"No, I was thinking about cake." After going out with Katniss for a year and a half a bit if her sarcasm has rubbed off on me.

"No need to be so moody! You know she does really like you right."

"And you would know this because...?"

"I think everyone would know this from just looking at the two of you together. Even that jerk Gale knows it he has just chosen to ignore it." I stay silent for a while, thinking.

"Do you really mean that?"

"What about Gale being a jerk? Hell yeah, I think of worse names for him like..." I cut him short before he starts using language I am not such a fan of.

"No I meant the first bit." He laughs like I am stupid.

"I wouldn't be here unless I knew I could make fun of you for over reacting." He left me there whilst I was doing a marvellous impression of a shocked fish.

Katniss POV:

I wake up to the sound of light splashing coming from far away. It is the fourth day of the Games and nothing has happened for a day so I know something is brewing.I can of water collecting together in the distance forming a new lake, it isn't an instant threat but something tells me the Game makers are planning something because there hasn't been much action for a while. I quickly pack up my stuff and climb down my tree. It is a good thing I left because I can now see water coming forwards at a high speed. I run as fast as I can, my feet pounding on the floor, the adrenalin pumping through me. The more I run, the louder the water sound is, I can see it coming from all directions so I know the only place I can run is towards where I came from the first day of the games, the cornucopia.

The water is close behind me and when I feel some land on my hand I scream out in pain, it sizzles on my hand and cause a searing pain to appear. Acid. Panic runs through me because I can't run faster than the water is coming to me. I can hear more footsteps to my left. While running I draw my arrow, the person is now running towards me and then when I get a clearer view I can see it is Gale. Of course they wanted me to run into Gale again, I bet the entire Capitol think we are in love. But there is someone else with him; the male tribute from 11 is running towards me with him. The other tribute from his district is dead, she died the first day. She was only twelve and she was so small and fragile you could have confused her for a ten year old if she hadn't been reaped.

They mustn't have wanted me dead because otherwise I would already me in a hovercraft on my way home. It is rare thought that the Game makers kill people on purpose; Capitol citizens would rather see the lives taken my other tributes in a blood filled battle. Only when the Games get boring do they kill tributes themselves. Gale starts to laugh.

"I guess I can't avoid you anymore then."